working poet
oh, how I’d much rather stay here all day
searching out words that make me feel
and forget this day job that pays the bills
but seems like a waste of everything else
i’d so much rather bathe in chewy, buoyant stanzas that float me
along alliterative alleyways
i’d rather the rush of your stories caress me
with soft hands or coarse,
I don’t mind when you shock and shake me
over here at the day job the surprises are never good ones
just broken widgets and more broken widgets
and people up in arms over the broken widgets
if I’m going to keep pushing papers around
let them instead be filled with a passionate, hard won calligraphy
scratched out in secret caves of wisdom and beauty and insanity and
truth as best I find it
illuminated
shared
with all who serve as scribes
to this existence
(participating in this year’s LexPoMo has been so wonderful- and I’ll really miss it when the month ends!)
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I love this!!! Felt this one times infinity! 💜💜
Same, girl, same.
YES!!
It’s been a particularly cruddy workday, lol
There must be something in the air… This week has felt like 100 days with 100 seemingly unresolved issues. Whew.
Tell me about it. If I could make a living as a poet, I would.
“chewy . . . stanzas” 🙂
Very nice – I particularly like the alliterative alleyways and buoyant stanzas. Hope you have a better day tomorrow.
Beautiful! That second stanza–where your passion is–sings! The end, perfect.
The diction and alliteration here is so interesting and fun! I especially love “bathe in chewy, buoyant stanzas that float me” and “scratched out in secret caves of wisdom and/ beauty and insanity and/ truth as best I find it”. But an honorable mention to the third stanza: it really hits at the monotony and stagnant feeling you’re describing. Thank you for sharing!
Oh man, don’t I agree with every word. I absolutely love the flow of your words, read like a daydream in fact. I wish I could stay on this page with you… Instead I have people lined up with need after need.
Love the description of the stories caress…
This line: ” bathe in chewy, buoyant stanzas that float me
along alliterative alleyways” Ahhhh!! What a beautiful combination of words to hit it just right. And those secret caves! So honored to be writing along side you this month!